As I've said before, one of the nice things about living next to Glasgow's oldest park is there's always something going on.

Yesterday morning, while the frost was on the ground and a fine mist hung in the air, these sturdy souls were out playing the beautiful game. Or, the Glasgow version of it, which involves lots of swearing.


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Temperatures outside may have been struggling to reach zero,
but inside the Winter Gardens, it was totally tropical


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